THE SCRIPT IS WHERE THE IDEAL BECOMES MUNDANE

If you knew it all

you would be effectively

devastated. But there’s no

need, it has always been

you. A mass of dogs

jump rope in unison

on my phone. Do you

imagine me purely

idle when you’re away?

I could have my senses

fucked out of me

by a hundred

men tonight, but

I prefer love

like cheese from a

can. I confess

my monstrosity: I adore

propaganda when

it’s good.

Ren lives in Brooklyn with cat Tumuthy.